Paris has some amazing scaffolding. I previously showed you the melting building, well here is the giant bar of chocolate:
Love the 3-D foil wrapping
I haven't taken a walk in awhile - too many gray skies combined with sheer laziness. I have been hand quilting. Perhaps too much - the middle knuckle on my thimble finger has ached for a couple of weeks. Feels like I jammed it somehow, but I don't remember ever doing that. Please don't let this be arthritis.
Didn't get nearly enough sleep last night. First the monsters upstairs were still jumping around making noise at 11:00pm and then Habibi attacked my sweetie's foot at 5:00am. After that yelp of pain (wouldn't be fair to call it a shriek) I was too awake to sleep but too tired to do anything more exerting than Sudoku.
Onto a completely different topic. I rarely used to respond to comments, then started feeling guilty because so many bloggers were doing so that I then started at least attempting to reply to them all. It's hard because I rarely have anything to say other than "thank you" or an agreement of some kind. Sigh. I'm boring that way. Plus I'm a terrible correspondent in general - I have a huge queue of emails I'm late answering... So I'm going back to the rarely responding to comments thing. Let me just say in advance I adore you all, I read all your comments and I appreciate them. But unless you're asking a question you probably won't hear back from me.
By the way fellow bloggers, feel free to not respond to my comments either. It's usually unnecessary - I just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you.